It’s said that on All Hallows Eve, the Spirits are allowed to enter and roam the realm of man…
There’s a chill that abides in damp Autumn days
a feeling of sadness that cannot be shaken
a sense of misgiving, a deep trepidation
as grayness adheres, the mountains encased
in a heavy gray shroud, barren trees now erased.
Midday gives way to a sinister pall
casting the world in an evening like somber
Increased sense of dread tells us “linger no longer!”
composure implodes to deter and forestall
stirring fear uncontained that we’d best not allow…
There’s something that rides on an October wind
a mist of contention that soaks to the ground,
in a fog of misgiving that coats and impounds.
Even those who possess a strong rational
feel a panic that rattles the sanest and sound
The lost spirits wander, just hidden from sight
concealed under cover of drizzle and gloam,
doomed between worlds, unseen and unknown.
—shadowy creatures that roam undeterred,
searching for pathways to find their way home
Feel the goose bumps that rise to make hair stand on end
hear the wailing that drifts on an inclement wind
light the fires to chase all shadows within
to bury the fears which we can’t circumvent
and the deep-seated nightmares that never relent.
The end of October just hours away–
All Hallows eve ascends even now
the late autumn juncture seems darker somehow…
even now the gates open, the spirits hold sway
but will they be gone by the light of new day?
© Ginny Brannan Halloween 2020